Chapter 274: Character

Sisi helped Tuanzi find a few small bows. Let the dumplings try to pull them one by one, pick out the most suitable one, and then match it with a quiver of the same color, and then look at the dumplings at this time It looks like they are going out to hunt. Pretending to be pretended or not, seven-point image, whether it will be or not, equipment always has to be matched. Dango looked at the large mirror on the side of the arsenal for a long time.

"If only there were a robe of nails." Tuanzi frowned and said to Sisi.

"Well, I don't have enough time, I don't have time to do it, otherwise our group will be the white-robed young Zhao Zilong!" Sisi knows Tuanzi's mind very well, and knows that Tuanzi thinks that if he wears a white flag spiked robe, then how handsome he is!

You must know that Concubine Liang is not having much fun now, when she saw the buns and dumplings like dough, she took out the enthusiasm of dressing up Xia Mo more than ten years ago, and went all out to dress up the buns and dumplings. All she has now is time and money. The library is full of silk rewarded by Kangxi and the Queen Mother, as well as all kinds of furs and brocades that they sent back to Beijing.

She doesn't have the heart to compete for favor, she is a wife person, and she doesn't care about these things anymore, she is good-looking. I just want to make clothes for my precious grandson. Her greatest pleasure now is to see her grandson in a row of royal grandchildren, obviously standing out from the crowd.

Although Concubine Hui is a person who has been cautious all her life while scolding Concubine Liang, she is old and old, and she is still in this limelight, but she is still picking and picking in her own box and taking out good things to make accessories for them. Concubine Hui's only criterion is that where there are buns and dumplings, other children will be overshadowed.

With the bad taste of these two wives, how can the taste of buns and dumplings come down? Therefore, although Danzi said that he was good-looking, he was also quite annoyed. But if he really made him ugly, Tuanzi was resolute not to do it.

"Don't stink, Uncle Si, I want a firecracker." Baozi ran around and didn't find what he wanted, so he rushed back, picked up the stinky dumplings, and said directly to Sisi.

The bun came in to find a firecracker, but it was not an ordinary weapon, so naturally it was not in this warehouse, and he went around, except for the dagger on his waist, he didn't take anything, so he hurriedly came back and asked Sisi to ask for it.

Sisi touched his ears, and he thought he had misheard.

"What do you want?"

"Firebolt! Just hold it in your hand, aim, and 'horn'. The one where the bullets flew out. "Baozi made a gesture of holding a gun with his hands, and made a sound effect in his small mouth, for fear that Sisi would not know what 'fire gun' was.

"I know what a firebolt is, but is that what you can play?" Sisi slapped the little hand of the bun, and immediately looked like an iceberg again. I still complain in my heart that the old man is really used to this little child, and he even wants a fire gun? Is that an eight-year-old little brother able to play?

"I've taught Amma that buns are good at playing. Right, dango? Baozi was depressed and directly pulled the dumplings to testify.

Tuanzi nodded, "And Eniang!" ”

"E-niang doesn't count, she's timid, she has no strength in her hands, she stuffs cotton in her ears, and after the beating, her hands will shake for a long time." Baozi shook his head and sighed.

Baozi has been holding a fake firearm as a toy since he was a child, and when he can lift a gun with one hand, he pesters Lao Ba and Xia Mo to play for real. Xia Mo was also excited when she heard it, and hurriedly told the eighth child that she also wanted to play.

The eighth child originally wanted to scold his son back, but when he saw Xia Mo's excited appearance, he swallowed it back. So he took the old-fashioned firecrackle rewarded by the old man out and took them to the shooting range to test the gun.

Xia Mo had hit a target during military training in college, but the instructor told her to close her left eye and open her right eye to aim, but Xia Mo closed her right eye and opened her left eye every time, and then flew the bullet on the field. When she was done, the instructor said, 'Actually, you have your eyes closed, so you might be able to play better.' ’

Xia Mo was actually embarrassed to tell the instructor that after he fired the first shot, he basically closed his eyes.

Of course, Xia Mo wouldn't mention such a bad thing, she thought that she had experience in rifle fighting, and playing with pistols was not like playing, and she seemed very confident.

It's just that the pistol at this time is completely different from the pistol of later generations, Xia Mo can't hold the handle, so he has to hold it with both hands, fortunately, he can only shoot one shot at a time, otherwise, the people standing on the edge of the shooting range are in danger.

Xia Mo tried it like this, so naturally he didn't let the bun try, but is the bun Xia Mo? Of course not! The bun grew up playing with fake firearms, and people held it steadily, and because Xia Mo said standardized actions just now, there is no doubt that it was Xia Mo who said, although Xia Mo couldn't practice it, but the theoretical knowledge was very solid. Then feel the sound of muskets for yourself. If you fight again, it won't be as ugly as Xia Mo, at least people's hands are stable, of course, they were forced to take a few steps back by the back force, but compared to Xia Mo's flower appearance, Baozi's performance is much better.

Because of this, the eighth child also agreed to Baozi's request to practice guns, as long as there are people on the side, so Baozi is really good at shooting. And Tuanzi has been practicing with Baozi, although he can't fight, but he is still very familiar with the sound and movements, and he has long been unfazed.

Tuanzi nodded to Sisi and also made a regretful gesture, indicating that he was a good boy and he didn't say bad things about Eniang.

Four or four hundred percent believe in the dumplings, and when you look at the dumplings, you can understand that the eighth child really dares to teach anything, and such a little child is allowed to play with firearms, what else do the two of them dare not? Sisi refused to believe that Xia Mo was also one of the bad people who taught bad children.

"Then I want it too!" Hiroshi ran over panting.

Sisi looked at his youngest son, and he was even more black. I saw Hiroshi with a curved bow on his shoulder. There was a long sword hanging from his waist on the left, a dagger on the right, a scimitar in his left hand, and a Japanese short sword in his right hand.

"You ......" Sisi really had the urge to faint, just let him get it, how could he be the same as a robbery?

This will work, the old eighteen, Honghui and Hongyun are also back. They all stared at Hiroshi with a wicked smile.

The eighteenth didn't take it, just kidding, his uncle was Aling, and he didn't have any fun, so naturally he didn't look down on these "ordinary" weapons.

Honghui is like four four, heavy literature and light martial arts, the dagger was given by his father, don't take it embarrassed, but since it is to let him pick, he symbolically took a light bow that he can pull out, riding and archery is the foundation of the Manchurian, he has seen it on horseback, as long as the archery is not too traveling, it is enough.

Hongyun is also weak, so he likes to dance and ink, but he doesn't dare to tell his father, he is embarrassed not to take anything, thinking that Qu Yuan and Li Baike are both equipped with swords at their waists, so they picked a slender and literary sword to hang on their waists, revealing the meaning of both civil and military.

If you want to say that the heart is big, it has to be Hongshi, although Sisi is also a son, but because he has been cultivating Honghui with his heart, and Hongyun's talent is also extremely high, in the case of no shortage of heirs, Hongshi, the third child, seems dispensable, although not pampered, but a lot of tolerance.

In this atmosphere, Hongshi has lower requirements for himself, and feels that the bun is like this, and he is almost the same as the bun. So in terms of eating, drinking, and having fun, he is much better than his two elder brothers.

When he entered the warehouse, he saw everything and felt that he could use it, and he was dazzled for a while, so he put his bow on his shoulder, and hung a long sword full of precious stones from his waist; When I saw the iron knife (Turkish scimitar), I thought it was also good. Look at the long sword at his waist, and then look at the knife, it was really difficult to choose for a while, and finally thought about it, Dad didn't say that he was only allowed to take one, so he took another knife;

After seeing the Japanese set of knives, Hiroshi was embarrassed again, what to choose? Of course, it's good to take both, but he has no hands, and he can't hold the two knives, so he took them in his hands for a long time, and finally took the short one, and he felt that he had taken less, but when he saw it, except for himself, almost no one took anything.

"My son doesn't just take it for himself, but if my brothers feel that they are lacking something, it's not good to let Amma pick it again." Who is Hiroshi, he immediately found the gap and actively defended himself.

Sisi patted his head, why did he give birth to such a greedy son? Who is this like?

Honghui saw that the situation was not right, and he and Hongyun immediately exerted the spirit of friendship, and one took a scimitar, saying that he should have a weapon in addition to a bow and arrow; Hongyun originally wanted to get the bow and arrow, but Hongshi was cross-shouldered and it was difficult to take it, so he had to take the Japanese short knife in Hongshi's hand.

In this way, Hiroshi seemed much more pleasing to the eye, but I heard Hiroshi whisper to his brothers, "Remember to return my things when you go home." 'Sisi has the urge to vomit blood again!

"Fourth uncle, I want a firecracker!" Baozi was in a hurry, why didn't anyone pay attention to himself and shouted loudly.

"Then I want it too!" Hongshi had nothing in his hand, and he felt that he was gone, so he hurriedly followed the order.

"Ask Huang Marfa to go." Four or four suddenly sent out the anger on Hongshi.

Hiroshi was depressed and looked at the dango, "You don't want it?" ”

"I don't want it, it's too loud, my mother said, I'm still young." Tuanzi shook his head very obediently, glanced at the mirror again, and thought to himself, "Well, go back and let my wife be a white robe, so I can be regarded as a white-robed young general." ’

Hongshi was very clear about his status in Kangxi's mind, because he had never seen the legendary Huang Mafa at all. Therefore, if the group doesn't want it, he Ama will definitely not give it, so he might as well forget it. Honestly stood back in his position, waiting to see the follow-up development, he is very good at judging the situation.

Does the word 'afraid' in the dictionary of steamed buns? Apparently not. So, he roared and rushed out, the group didn't follow, these days are not in vain, the bun is at the old man's place, just like he is here with the fourth uncle, everything is right, the old man is doting on the bun, knowing that he will be fine, and he is quite satisfied with his new look, so he happily asked Honghui if they want to eat snacks, he decided to go back to the host and invite them to go to the concubine for afternoon tea.